Paxton hopped off the window-sill with a surprising ease, landing on his feet with a solid 'thunk'. He regarded her with a smirk that was almost benevolent, though there was something teething at the edges. It was a weasel's smile, right before it'd attack a next of birds.
"Winifred, right? Winifred Jordan?" He winked at her. "What's my favorite color?" He let his mind fill with the colour red, a thick and dark red that dripped just like blood, giving her a curious look.